IShe could not wait a moment, spare a glance at Harry or Ron, or the others. Striding forward, she flung herself into Draco's waiting arms, his hands pulling her face up until he planted his lips firmly on her own.
It was like no time had passed. Like there had been centuries between them. All that could not be said; that mere language could never summarize, was understood between them and their lips.
Was this what it was like to acquiesce with supernatural forces? Was this the feeling you felt when you accepted the inevitable? When you submitted to destiny?
No – not to submit. To fling yourself over the cliff edge into the chasm of the occult.
Their magic was tied. Their lives were connected – invisible string binding them together.
Was this what it was like to find your soulmate?
Because Hermione could not imagine anything more wonderful than this man kissing her with abandon, like she was his last meal on death's row – uncaring of the audience, of the context, of the bloody war hanging over their heads.
There was only him and her.
Chapter 57 - Fires of The Sapphire Princess is out now! https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11480662/1/The-Sapphire-Princess